Short Fiction – The Stories In Between

Flowering Ink

I sat at the edge of something, contemplating anything. Like so many times before, I try to look up, but could only stare down into

How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding

My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes,

I had the pleasure of working on this piece with Tara over at Caribou Crossings. If you are not a follower of her work I

The door opens. “Oh my god, the smell is horrible.” “I told you, I didn’t know what to do with it.” “Christ, how long ago

Yeah, I remember the first time I saw her. Sitting on the edge of my bed, envelope in hand. She said it contained the answer

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